But the student turned to the "subject" on the "dressing-table," humming a gay chanson of Musset:
"'Nous allons chanter à la ronde,
Si vous voulez.
Que je l'adore, et qu'elle est blonde
Comme les blés!'"
"A man never should neglect his lectures for anything, and that's what both Lerouge and Jean are doing," remarked a serious young man, looking up from his book.
"Yes, and the first thing our comrade Marot will know, he'll be recalled by his choleric father. He's taken to absinthe, too——"
"Which is worse."
"The worst——"
"And prowling——"
"And moping off alone."
"What's the lady's name?"